"But before, the Core of Illusion was just the size of a palm-sized golden egg,"
So tiny.
Back then, he could hold it with one palm, cradling it in his hand.
However, at this moment, the Core of Illusion had become a man-high ellipsoid golden cocoon, suspended in the storage room, diffusing streaks and wisps of golden light, and presenting phantoms that seemed neither entirely real nor completely fake.
Crack—
The golden cocoon suddenly burst open with a crack, followed by more and more cracks until they were so numerous that they were somewhat startling. The next moment, it burst open with a bang.
The scattering fragments twirled like a swarm of stars, swiftly embedding themselves into the golden light mass in front of them after a few seconds.
When the golden light faded,
A girl dressed in a black Lolita float stood in mid-air, her hands gently clasped together, holding a golden sphere, her feet wrapped in black silk swaying gently like ripples.
